Chapter 32: In Which She Paints A Picture

Isla had spent the whole morning since she woke up which was pretty early, dry heaving her guts out into the bucket that was kept beside the toilet seat for her ease considering il- war had for her due to her foot injury and it made her feel even more like a disaster. Life was really throwing lemons at her.

since she had woken up, she felt as if a thousand elephants ran over her and the mouser made it even worse.

Alexander who had been with her the whole night as well as the morning had made her eat little amounts of food in intervals but it was no good considering She ended up throwing everything up.

Alexander waited for her sitting on the hotel room bed, head in hands as she vomited again and by now it was just yellow stomach acid meaning that the drug was finally completely out of her system.

Isla wanted him to leave when she felt nausea hit her for the first time, she was embarrassed about throwing up in front of him but of course, he did not leave her, that's the last thing he would do, he made that clear by saying that a little vomit won't drive him away from her she didn't have the energy to argue so they left it at that but she did want to be in the bathroom alone so he gave her at least that much space.

She finally came out of the bathroom once she and brushed her teeth and washed her face for the hundredth time. She was in his white button-down shirt gut he had changed her into the night before and it made her look even smaller considering it swallowed her whole.

Alexander didn't waste a second before getting up from the bed and whisking her off her feet while letting her crutches fall.

"Do you feel any better baby?" he asked.

Before she could let out words, she went into a coughing fit, her throat had gone all scratchy due to all the throwing up she had been doing. Alexander could feel her whole body shaking in his arms. He knew that all this would happen, hell he had experienced it himself once or twice in his teens but seeing her go through it made it seem so much worse, especially since she was already so frail.

He placed the glass of water from the bedside table to her lips and she took hearty gulps of it from his hand before answering his question.

"The nausea is completely gone now" her voice was barely above a whisper but he heard her.

It was obvious that she was very exhausted as she placed her head on his chest and he sat down on the bed.

"That's good baby, how do you feel about eating something right now? something really light?" he asked but she shook her head at his offer.

"I am very tired Alex, I'll eat after a nap" she mumbled out, already nodding off and Alexander only pulled her closes letting her sleep as he softly caressed her exposed thighs. After a while, he nodded off too considering that sleep did not come to him last night.



The next time they woke up it was 2 in the afternoon. Isla felt betta then she had before especially with the nausea gone and even though there was a dull throb in her head, it was something she could easily tolerate unlike before when her head was killing her and Alexander didn't let her have any pain meds considering they didn't know how those pain meds might react with the opiate in her system. Also, she felt quite famished now.

"I am hungry Alex" She mumbled out while tracing a prominent scar from a bullet wound on his we defined abdomen as he went through his phone, occasionally plain soft kisses at the top of her head and checking for any messages or orders of some sort of other mission but to his relief, everything seemed pretty quiet.

He was also wondering why Jamerson has not made a move to get payback from him for the Punch he had landed the right before, he could only imagine how swollen his jaw and more would be by now if not broken, but no regrets.

"You wanna order room service?" he asked and she nodded her head in reply.

"I want cheeseburger and fries and ice cream," She said mating Alexander let out a light throaty chuckle but none the less he placed their order through room service.

After a few moments of sitting in silence in each other's company, Alexander couldn't help but finally ask her "Baby, what exactly happened last night?"

She tensed in his arms upon hearing his question before she let out a deep breath and slumped against him.

"It was a disaster Alex, He made me sit on his lap while they played cards and bet money and his friends were very creepy, giving me weird tools and making me uncomfortable, and then it got even worse when they started passing dug pills and he forced are through my mouth regardless of me putting up a fight" She explained the whole night's events in a few vague words but even those vague words painted a pretty vivid picture in Alexander's mind.

He was regretting not taking his chances and landing a second punch as well.

"I don't remember much feel that but I do remember that I was very scared" She added and it made Alexander's vert twist.

"I can imagine sweetheart and I am so very sorry that I didn't barge into that damn room earlier" Alexander tightened is as around her and pulled her in for a gentle kiss.

"It's okay as long as we end up together through this whole grand scheme you are working on, whatever it might be" Isla said and Alexander realized how much She had faith in him to make it all better and he'd be damned if he didn't give it his best.

"I'll put all my effort into it sweetheart" he offered her a little smile.

Soon enough the food arrived and they der in immediately, utterly famished.

"Oh umm... the private jet is scheduled for 6 PM so be ready" he informed her.

"oh okay I am glad this trip is over'" she confessed.

"Me too, it was a fucking pain in the ass trip" he said making her giggle.

"Although, you know, I would love to come back here some day when we don't have to hide our relationship and we'd be able to go sightseeing and have romantic dates" she said dreamily while having a spoonful of strawberry ice cream.

The picture she painted was very appeasing.

"I would we that too doll, more than anything"